low country boil

“make what you can from what you have,”

  that’s what the old man said to me,

“and always know that most of life

  is lived by folks you’ll never see -”

 

  he handed me utensils and

  a plate of hot low country boil,

  and sent me back to fight the blight

  that rots away

  the undersoil

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

Leave a Reply if you want. It's your life.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s